A Scroll of Infinite Glory

When the King of Yue saw these people, his expression was initially puzzled, but then he suddenly realized: "Oh, they are the head of the Jurchen spies. We almost met them two years ago in Jiangnan."

With a forced smile, the old eunuch Chen said, "Heh, we've clashed so many times, seen many portraits, and have sketched each other's images in our minds, but this is the first time we've actually met. That trip to Jiangnan, you led your men to besiege us, chasing us like stray dogs, fleeing in panic. Now the situation has reversed, but I wonder how His Highness Prince Yue feels?"

"As for how I feel..."

The King of Yue chuckled softly and said to Guan Luoyang's retreating figure, "What do you think, brave warrior?"

Guan Luoyang calmly said, "I just feel a little regretful."

Old Eunuch Chen focused all his attention on him and said, "Is it a pity about that Diwei Army? That was truly a force nurtured by gold. If that force had infiltrated Chengyin undetected, our plan would have been ruined. It's a pity that the Diwei soldiers didn't die by human means, but by poisonous creatures in the wild. It is indeed a pity."

"What I regret is that the person standing in front of me is just a eunuch, not an emperor."

Guan Luoyang drew his sword from its sheath at his waist, the sheath stuck into the ground, the sword still inside. He flexed and straightened his fingers, his gaze lowered as if looking at his fingernails, and said casually, "In that case, I could kill an emperor today."

The old eunuch Chen's face twitched: "Insolence!!!"

The old eunuch was the one who shouted angrily, but it was the five figures behind him who started to fight.

The one who moved the fastest was actually the shortest and fattest one, who was originally standing on the far left.

The second syllable of "How dare you!" had barely been uttered when the short, stout figure lunged at Guan Luoyang.

His head only reached Guan Luoyang's collarbone. He pushed his hands out horizontally, as if two large firecrackers had exploded at a short distance, striking the area where Guan Luoyang's kidneys were located.

Guan Luoyang reacted immediately, adopting the posture of a Luohan sitting on a tiger. He thrust his waist and hips backward, arching his body. Suddenly, his kidneys were more than two feet away from the opponent's palm. He slammed his left foot back to the ground and swung his long arm down towards the short, fat figure's head.

A whooshing sound filled the air, the sound carrying a sharp, cracking quality.

The sound of Guan Luoyang's arm slamming down was like a heavy and sharp long-handled battle axe being swung in a wide arc. The Azure Bird Yuan Qi, following the convergence of physical strength, naturally rushed up to his left arm, and dense bronze patterns instantly appeared.

He appears nonchalant and relaxed, but when he strikes, he uses all his strength. The transitions between stillness and movement, softness and hardness, are seamless.

The short, stout man felt a chill run down his spine. He shrank back, raised his arms, and crossed them to parry Guan Luoyang's forearms and elbows.

When he parried the blow, he still had a few ideas for a follow-up move. As long as he caught the strike, he would take the opportunity to twist the opponent's wrist and break the connection between the forearm and elbow.

But the moment the two clashed, the short, fat man's mind went blank. He forgot all his follow-up moves, his blood rushed to his head, and he exhaled loudly, unleashing all his strength to resist the attack.

BOOM!!!

The short, stout man lowered his body, bulging horizontally, his lower body sinking into the withered leaves and mud. His shirt ripped open, revealing a bright red toad tattoo on his back.

The tattoo covered his entire back, outlined with thick, bright red lines. It was completely unrealistic, yet it had a certain charm, making one wonder if such a large toad had ever existed.

As he was slammed into the ground, the toad arched its back, as if its belly was bulging with its four legs lowered.

"Gurgle!!!!"

The real sound reached everyone's ears.

Guan Luoyang's seemingly inevitable strike, which should have shattered the opponent's head, was blocked by the sudden swelling of his upper body.

The Luohan Fist emphasizes a continuous flow of movement from top to bottom, with the hands and feet moving in perfect unison, much like a wooden dummy made of copper or iron.

With his arm strike blocked, Guan Luoyang planted his right foot firmly on the ground and kicked out with his left foot. The kick left a dent in the dry leaves and soil on the ground, and his toe was aimed straight at the short, fat man's heart.

The short, stout man's ears bled from the blow, his hands were numb, and he was in a half-raised position, completely powerless to resist. He caught a glimpse of the dark figure sweeping across his chest.

At the critical moment between life and death, a long leg came hooking at him from the side.

The person who kicked was still behind the short, fat man, but his turning hook kick was incredibly accurate, as if he had eyes in the back of his head.

The heel of the shoe struck the side of Guan Luoyang's left leg like the tail of a scorpion.

The two legs touched and then separated. Guan Luoyang landed on his left leg, bent his waist to the left, and thrust his fists out to the left like bull horns, colliding with the two men attacking from the left.

The two men on the left, one with supple movements, swinging his arms like a python, were just waiting for the right moment to entangle and seize Guan Luoyang's arms.

The other man, relying on his speed, punched Guan Luoyang's fist while simultaneously preparing to unleash another punch aimed at Guan Luoyang's face.

However, Guan Luoyang's move of "Arhat Crashing into the Door and Black Ox Pushing at the Horn" was not, as it appeared, a reckless and unrestrained charge with all his might.

Instead, it was a feeling of boundless energy, with all pores closed, and the whole body seemed to have broken free from the constraints of life, no longer tainted by any dust, clean and efficient.

His punch was delivered with a swift, decisive motion, sending the two men flying as he retreated to his original position, avoiding any potential counterattacks.

Because the change of moves and the collision were too fast, the person whose leg shot out like a scorpion, and the two people on the left, almost staggered back together.

At this moment, the fifth person's attack arrived.

This person didn't take the usual route. He first ran towards a tree, placed his feet on the tree trunk perpendicular to the ground, and walked up seven or eight steps as if walking on flat ground. Then, he twisted his body and used the elasticity of the tree to leap down from the height.

He was also the only one of the five who had time to draw his weapon, which was two semi-circular shields. He held them over his arms, and when he put his arms together, the shields closed into a bulging circle.

Such a leaping attack, combining gravity, the elasticity of the tree trunk, and one's own strength, cuts through the sharp edge of the shield, making it impossible for any flesh and blood to stop.

The bronze and iron Maitreya Buddha statues in the Northern White Lotus sect were all decapitated by this technique.

His timing was impeccable. Just as Guan Luoyang had repelled the other three and returned to his original position, the shield's edge had already slid in and landed within a foot of Guan Luoyang.

The King of Yue shouted a warning in alarm, and the old eunuch Chen smiled simultaneously.

But Guan Luoyang had already ignored their movements. He turned his gaze to the right front, his attention instantly reaching its peak, and the surrounding scenery seemed to slow down in his senses.

But his own movements slowed down, and he only had time to lean back and block with his hands, his ten fingers, which were glowing with bronze, gripping the edge of the round shield tightly.

Bang! ! !

Two figures flew out together.

The shield-wielder sent Guan Luoyang flying, crushing the withered leaves, and slid more than ten meters across the ground.

Old Eunuch Chen burst into laughter: "The Five Poison Guards have never failed to kill a single person when they work together!"

There is a folk saying about the five poisonous creatures, and these five creatures are named after them: snake, scorpion, toad, gecko, and centipede.

It was only after they had mastered each of the five branches of the Five Poisons Fist Manual that they acquired this nickname.

There are countless styles of boxing based on animal shapes. The Southern Shaolin style is known for its snake, crane, tiger, leopard, and dragon shapes, which are profound and widely recognized. The Five Poisons Fist style originated from Wudang and was once compared with the Five Elements Fist of the Southern Shaolin.

However, when the Jurchens entered the pass, they invaded the north and swept across the south. They once offered official titles and rich rewards to recruit martial arts and magic masters from the common people.

Those who study martial arts and magic are ultimately ordinary people, and not all of them understand the greater good of the nation and are willing to sacrifice their lives. Some of them were already ambitious and felt that they had not achieved their goals in life. Taking advantage of the chaos of that time, they joined the Jurchens, who were the most powerful military force at the time.

Within the Wudang sect, there were also a few ambitious and power-hungry individuals who intended to accept the Jurchens' invitation to defect, bringing with them some of the essence of martial arts, including the Five Poisons Fist Manual, to the Jurchen court.

These Five Poison Guards, including even Eunuch Chen himself, were all descendants of traitors from Wudang. They practiced martial arts with medicine, were experienced in countless battles, and even used totem magic from the shamanistic religion outside the Great Wall to increase the power of their martial arts. They were all highly skilled fighters who left a deep impression on the Jurchen emperor.

As Old Eunuch Chen laughed, Gecko, who was actually wielding the shield and shovel, suddenly realized what was happening and a strange feeling welled up inside him.

Something is wrong!

Too light!

Although that shovel hit the opponent, it didn't feel like I knocked a person away; it felt more like I bumped into a nimble little beast.

Of course, if you're just lightweight, you can't avoid this deadly move at all.

The speed and ferocity of this leap were beyond description; the shield's sharpness could not only shatter iron and split gold, but also cut willow catkins floating in mid-air in two.

But if there were something in the world as light as willow catkins, able to float in mid-air without exerting any force, yet stronger than metal, his shovel might not be effective.

The clamping force exerted by the ten fingers gripping the edge of the shield is far more than the strength of metal.

The gecko only realized this after they had slid for more than ten meters and were running out of steam.

He immediately saw the fingers resting on his shield pinch and twist, crushing the weakened iron shield like some kind of crispy biscuit.

Those hands pierced through the gap in the iron shield, slapped upwards, and the shards in their hands pierced into the gecko's ears.

Guan Luoyang, who was pinned down by him, sprang up with a somersault, grabbed the gecko's head with both hands, and threw him off.

The reversal happened so fast that before the snake, centipede, and scorpion could even see it clearly, the figure crashed down on the toad.

The toad's nose bled from being hit, while the gecko was bleeding from all seven orifices when it landed and died without a sound.

The old eunuch Chen's laughter sounded stuck in his throat. Looking at the scene before him, he forgot to breathe for a moment, and his face looked quite comical.

How could that be? This Five Poisons Guardian has killed a master who has achieved two accomplishments in physical martial arts more than once.

Unless the opponent has no helpers and is alone, they simply cannot withstand the combined attack technique hidden in the Five Poisons Fist Manual.

It's impossible to say it was done through magic.

The totem magic on the gecko needs to be blessed every three months. Each time, five high shamans and eight junior priests surround the gecko, performing medicinal baths, chanting incantations, and dancing. The blessing achieves only one effect.

It can slow down the enemy's magic power when the gecko gets close, preventing them from releasing it from their body in time.

The essence of all magical power in this world is borrowing power. Even magical power that exists within the body can only exert greater power after it is circulated outside the body and interacts with nature.

The magical power that couldn't be channeled out of the body could never possibly withstand a shovel strike with the force of seven or eight thousand pounds coming from above.

Not to mention the old eunuch Chen, even the King of Yue was stunned.

Guan Luoyang didn't care how complicated their thoughts were. His eyes were like a beam of light. The more dangerous the battle, the more excited he became once he got through it. The more enjoyable the fight was, and after throwing the gecko away, he chased after it in just a few steps.

With a flash of light, the long sword with emerald green patterns was drawn, tracing a full arc, and finished off the dazed toad.

The half of his body, protruding above the ground, gushed blood along with his head.

The blade flashed by so fast it left no trace of blood. Guan Luoyang moved with lightning speed, slashing towards the spirit snake.

The serpent clasped its hands together, pulling out a taut, silvery-white whip from its sleeves. It stumbled backward, frantically trying to block the blade.

He had just blocked the horizontal slashes when, unexpectedly, Guan Luoyang concealed his blade, and in the instant his left sleeve was swept open, the long sword suddenly rose from the shadow of the sleeve and slashed upwards.

Even though the silver whip still blocked the blade, its momentum was unstoppable. The tip of the blade cut a vertical slit in the snake's belly.

The scorpion and centipede immediately attacked.

Centipede unleashed a flurry of rapid punches, his sleeves concealing hidden blade mechanisms that occasionally unleashed short swords from the back of his fists, striking unexpectedly.

The scorpion's legs are its best weapons. Its shoes are made of leather with steel lining, with stingers in the heels and poisonous blades in the toes.

But when the spike on his right heel made contact with Guan Luoyang's leg, it didn't even have time to pierce the other's skin; instead, it was bent.

The old eunuch Chen realized what was happening and caught sight of the Ming soldiers rushing towards them in the woods.

Before the old eunuch could weigh the pros and cons, the King of Yue had already taken the initiative to attack. His figure, sword in hand, swept past the clusters of poisonous flames on the ground, the tip of his sword scattering like cold stars, and fell towards the old eunuch's face.

"You're courting death!"

With a flick of his sleeve, the old eunuch Chen clamped the sword blade between his hands.

If King Yue were at his peak, the outcome would be uncertain, but he was injured and exhausted from his escape, yet he still dared to launch a preemptive attack. The old eunuch Chen was confident that he could kill him within ten moves.

The King of Yue's expression was cold and aloof, a stark contrast to his previous composed and leisurely demeanor.

The saying goes, "A son of a wealthy family will not sit under a dangerous roof." The more one possesses, the more one cherishes one's life.

He, a prince, had been persecuted to this extent by demons. His former elegance had been completely washed away, and he now revealed the murderous aura of a young Taoist priest who had been hiding in the mountains during the reign of the late emperor.

Jiu Ying still held the knife, his eyes half-closed, as if he could recall the past through this narrow field of vision. The more he traced back, the more he became brooding. His left hand held the middle of the knife hilt without moving, but the fingers of his right hand, which were close to the blade, twitched slightly one by one.

The King of Yue deliberately broke off several inches from the tip of his sword, and the broken sword slashed towards the old eunuch Chen's abdomen. The two figures fought fiercely, like tigers and foxes darting about.

The remaining Poison Fire Swordsmen, some of whom were playing their iron pipes with all their might, and others had already met up with the Ming soldiers, letting streaks of poison fire spread across the withered leaves in the forest.

Guan Luoyang was surrounded by three people. When the battle was in full swing, his flying and advancing movements suddenly changed. He stepped on the five points of the plum blossom and exerted force in all four directions. The light of his blade was like snow being poured out in three directions.

The Plum Blossom Step in Southern Boxing is of the same origin as Luohan Boxing and Crane Boxing. When you first start learning, you use a wooden stake, but don't drive it into the ground. Just place it on the ground and then walk on it, jumping up and down. You have to be able to keep the stake from falling and your body from falling.

Once you've mastered the art of stance training, you can confidently and freely stomp your feet on uneven terrain, even in places like withered leaves and damp mud, channeling your power throughout your body. You'll also have ample room to maneuver and strike with your sword with every step you take.

The ancient sword of Chengzhou sliced ​​through clothing and swept across flesh and blood. As it was swung, it began to emit a sharp whistling sound that was different from the usual wind.

Guan Luoyang walked around once, without even looking, and broke through the encirclement of the three men.

The three men's clothes were torn, and blood gushed from the arteries in their thighs, necks, and chests before they collapsed.

Old Eunuch Chen had already chopped the broken sword out of King Yue's hand with a single palm strike. Even though he saw Guan Luoyang rushing towards him, he still seized every second and used a phoenix-eye fist with the second knuckle of his middle finger protruding to strike King Yue's throat.

The King of Yue barely managed to dodge, but a fist flew out from his collarbone and broke his bone. As the bone broke, a glint of shrewdness flashed in his eyes.

Guan Luoyang passed by the King of Yue and swept his sword towards the old eunuch Chen.

The old eunuch Chen flipped his hand and used his iron fingers to pinch the blade of his knife with a tiny force.

The two locked eyes, their expressions suddenly changed, and they simultaneously changed their moves, striking upwards with a sword and a palm.

A giant python with scales as hard as steel coiled and weaved through the canopy of trees. Its body was still inside the canopy, but its head had already dangled from the high tree and was lunging at the crowd.

A strong, cold wind swept through the entire forest, carrying a pungent, fishy smell, and scattering fallen leaves everywhere.

Jiu Ying changed his posture from holding the sword with both hands to wrapping the end of the sword with his hands and dragging the sword as he took a step.

The figure in the Taoist robe disappeared in a single step, leaving behind a slender, sharp knife mark on the ground that cut through the talisman circle.